Mr. Illinois (a Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

Chapter One

Natasha's POV

I wandered around the airport trying to calm down my friend, Margaret, who was having a panic attack via text. Nathaniel Craig, the multibillionaire and our former classmate, had invited me to his wedding. This seemed like nothing to me, but Marg did, like maybe he still had a crush on me and maybe he will try to make me fall for him. But I didn't care, I hated his guts. He was the reason Theo tried to kill himself, so why am I going? Simple. I'm too nice, I let him guilt trip me by paying for the whole trip. "Agh!" I cried as I crashed into someone else and to the ground.

"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry," the man apologized.

"It's fine, I should've paid more attention to where I was going," I told him and looked up at him. It was Pete Wentz...

"Here, let me help you up." He pulled me up.

"Thank you, Mr. Illinoissssss," I thanked over annunciated the silent 'S'.

"No problem, Ms. Jersey," he replied with a terrible Jersey Shore accent.

"You are right. I am from Jersey, but more like Princeton, New Jersey," I sassed.

He laughed. "Sorry, let me make it up to you. Let me buy you some coffee."

"All passengers on United flight 351 to Chicago please report to gate 29 now," the woman said over the airport intercom.

I looked down at my watch and noticed it was a few minutes before my flight to Chicago. I looked over to Illinois and noticed he was also checking the time.

"You're on this flight as well?" I asked.

He nodded, then, "Run!"

And we both went tearing off towards the gate. The other people in the airport glared at us. I would have as well if I was in their situation, but it was really fun when you were the one running.

Once, we did arrive at the gate the flight attendant shook her head at me. "I suggest you be more prompt next time," she scolded.

I nodded and walked through, but stopped to wait for Illinois. The woman was much nicer to him, despite the fact he also was late. I rolled my eyes as he walked up. "Somebody likes you," I teased.

"Yeah, sorry," Pete apologized and scratched the back of his neck. "People tend to act that way around me."

"It doesn't matter, Illinois. I don't care," I told him as we walked down the aisle of the plane.

He chuckled. "I have a name, you know."

"Yep, Pete Wentz," I said. "But Illinois is more fun."

"Okay, Princeton or whatever your name is. Where are you sitting?" Pete asked.

"Um..." I looked down at my ticket and then up at the seat numbers. "Here." Wow. First class. I had never flown anything higher than economy. I'm a girl who came from a middle class family, and my parents put most their money towards my education at Princeton. If we went somewhere it was on economy class to family visits. My parents were both immigrants, therefore we spent much of our time in their home countries and those around them.

"You sound surprised," he teased.

"I didn't buy the ticket."

Illinois gave me a confused look.

"Agh, my former classmate is getting married. He demands I come, so much to pay for my trip to Chicago," I started to pick up my bag, put it in overhead bin, and explained quickly.